Soul Stirrings // A Poem (Air)

My last soulful poem was about fire; this one is about air.

The wind picks up, whipping my hair wildly around my eyes,

It pushes against my limbs;

I can feel it trying to sweep me off my feet.

But not to take me away to a magickal fairy tale life.

It is testing my balance.

Energy is spinning, creating a black tornado

Flinging around the debris of life.

It is aimed right at me.

I can feel feathers push their way from my fingertips.

My bones crack and reform;

A moment of pain that is quickly replaced by adrenaline.

I dive out of the way.

The hawk in me knows how to ride the wind gusts,

Flying against the tornado

And unraveling it into nothingness.

And when I reach the ground again

My talons are feet once more.

I take a slow steady breath.

The air is sweet in my lungs.

I can feel the breeze caressing my skin.

My storm has passed.

Lady Unlaced